if you're a doctor then who's driving the car?

She gave Sirius an appropriate greeting in response, tucking her tail briefly and bowing her head lower than his. "Warlord," Lucretia replied, a small grin playing on her face. Perhaps she'd misunderstood the purpose of his splinter cell group. In her mind, it had been created to serve Deathbelle... but he had shuffled off any sense of subservience. Interesting. "I just wanted to call on your healer and talk shop," Luce said amiably, "who I can only assume is...?" Iolaire had the scent of freshly gathered herbs about her. Good. Luce's own paws and the bottom of her chin were stained with virulent green from days of concerted harvesting.

"My name is Lucretia, the lead healer of Ashen and Deathbelle's sister." Belle had suffered so much since Archon's passing... maybe knowing that the Armada's health was in capable paws would soothe her. Little did Luce know, Io was already intimately familiar with the Ashen empress' "health."

"I just wanted to check in. Put names to faces." If she was as dedicated as she seemed to be - Luce's sharp eyes picked out her satchel stuffed with herbs - then they would get along just fine. Lucretia ushered Bourbon closer with a nod of her head and another small smile. "This is my assistant, Bourbon." He had been a gift from the Empress, but they didn't need to know that. Bourbon had proven himself indispensable, that was all that mattered.